Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010}

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 10, 2018 11:49:14 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Mar 10, 2018 11:49:14 GMT -5

No happiness. No sorrows. There were no worries upon the mind of Ravondis as she clung to cliff face in the night. Bat fell.

Only duty.

It was duty that would have her allegiance to the Dark Lord Sauron. Beautiful and terrible beyond comparison.

Clutching. Clasping. Gripping. Grasping.

Wind blew through the labyrinth. In daylight.

Ravondis was watching, waiting. Any who would pass would be under her claws. No sleep in the night; always watching. Only during day would she slink into the caves and crevices. Hiding between grey stone chimneys, nestled in the darks where no ivy grew and no sunlight touched.

Night descended. Ravondis ascended.

Creeping along edge of rock and barren hills, rising to the top, then opening great wings. Letting them catch the wind and loosing her grip to take off. Purposeful flight into the night sky, hanging under moonless sky.

Ravondis flew into the dark; seeking, searching for any life. Any moving or talking creature. Southward. Eastward. Westward. Northward. Any direction. The marshes vast to one side. The Anduin sleek to the next.

A movement beneath. Ravondis flapped, fluttered, pulled wing, and fell toward the earth.

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 22, 2018 21:44:26 GMT -5

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Post by Gash on Mar 22, 2018 21:44:26 GMT -5

"See this is what I am talking about", spoke Gash as she poked her spear into a dead Warg. The beast was surrounded by the corpses of several Orcs. The battle that had taken place only a few minutes before was now spread out across the ground open for all to see.

"Why in the world would they keep such a dangerous beast as a mount? Wargs are not horses, they are not elk, or maybe even elephants. Wargs are predators and no amount of training can breed that instinct out of them. So someone tell me why these fools think it is such a great idea to use one of them as a mount. The idea is not only stupid, but down right suicidal" Gash gave off a long sigh as she shifted back into position. There was no point in hanging around here, these people were dead.

"You know if we were just smarter', she started as she began to think back onto Orc history. If only the common Orc understood the history of the warriors that came before them. Maybe then they would avoid the same pit traps, like riding a Warg, or working for saron. That was another thing Gash did not understand. Why in the world was most of them working for a long dead bag of bones. What good would he do them if he was resurrected. It all did not make sense to her.

"Maybe I will start recruiting again", she spoke aloud to herself as she ripped her spear out of the creatures body. With a swift twirl of her spear the maiden had the blade pointed up and the spear held under her arm. "Alright time to return to the marshes", she spoke to herself as she chose her path.

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 22, 2018 23:26:42 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Mar 22, 2018 23:26:42 GMT -5

Ravondis descended rapidly, wings pressed to side, great barbs upon each wing joint between leathery skin, and iron claws on he fingertips, cutting through the air. She cried out, the screech of the Vampyre.

She saw the spear point below glisten in the darkness, murky light of waters reflecting from the marshlands ahead and Ravondis circled away; she would not allow spear to pierce flesh, and she did not know what it was that lay beneath.

The smell of flesh and corpse rose up from the earth, the forms of fallen orc and warg. Something still moved below near that spear point. Ravondis flittered overhead, sounding echos silent to determine what was beneath. Orc. Living orc. It had slain the others.

Her shape wheeled over the crags, down the slopes. Ravondis dropped to the ground, batlike form crawling on her knees, creased and creaking wings dragging in the sparse grasses of the Emyn Muil as she approached the orc, casting from herself her bat-fell, the raiment shifted.

Slowly wing fell away, slow and shuddering the bat fell away from the woman.

Suddenly, Ravondis looked as woman, crawling on the ground for a moment, then sitting up and kneeling. Arms stretched and fingers stretched, and she let out a cry, more human sounding this time, rising to her feet, stretching arms above her head. Her red hair tumbled over bare shoulders, and red eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“Ah, Servant of Sauron,” she voiced finally, a purr. “Sister of Darkness. You have slain some of your own. Is this the punishment for traitors and treachery? Our Lord will be pleased that you have made the marshes run of blood, black and red for his namesake.”

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 23, 2018 2:46:03 GMT -5

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Post by Gash on Mar 23, 2018 2:46:03 GMT -5

Something was not right. Gash did not know what, but she knew something was not right. It was a primal fear, something that ones body understood, but ones mind did not. She had no idea where this fear came from, or the reason for it, but sudden chill that crept down her neck told her it was time to go. "The hell ...", she started when a voice called out to her. Immediately she turned on her hill, a move that would make any soldier of Gondor proud. She started at what seemed to be a human women, but how. She was sure that this women was not here before and she was sure that there was no one in the area before just a moment ago. Sure Gash was not the best tracker, but even she cold smell man flesh on the wind, especially inside of Mordor. So where did this women come from, but then again. She did not really smell like man flesh.

“Ah, Servant of Sauron,Sister of Darkness. You have slain some of your own. Is this the punishment for traitors and treachery? Our Lord will be pleased that you have made the marshes run of blood, black and red for his namesake."

Havarus, cursed Gash in her mind. It was one of Sauron's servents. she had, herd of them, seen them, worked with a few of there minions, but never had she directly talked with them. She never really liked working with Sauron's people, but when you lived in mordor, it was practically a obligation at times. However she was far from a devoted follower of the dark lord, and to be truthful she could not be called a minion of the dark lord. She was just a stranger in the land, a translator, and to be honest a traitor, if you did not count the fact that she never worked for him in the first place. She was she who councils succession.

"Where in the hell did you come from", questioned Gash as she shifted her spear into a easier position to do battle with. She did not want to fight this ... human? Orc? Whatever she was she was sure she was powerful, or at the very least dangerous.

Taking a look back Gash stared at the corpses of the fallen Orcs and the dead Warg. "Don't get things twisted", she spoke as she started to piece together the women's questions. "I did not kill ... well I did not kill the Orcs. The Warg there decided that its master was no longer worthy of riding upon his back and took the opportunity to inform him so. His friends came to his defense, but as you can see it was a slaughter. In the end however I was able to get in the final blow and put the creature down. It was simply a matter of self defense. A killing for a killing sake. However ...", she suddenly changed her tone as she looked the women up and down. "Where in the world did you come from?"

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 24, 2018 17:50:34 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Mar 24, 2018 17:50:34 GMT -5

"Where in the hell did you come from?”

Ravondis eyed the creature before her and the glinting spear point, yet still walked nearer, stretching legs that had been curled and clutching rock for long in bat form. The orc was looking back at her victims corpses, and Ravondis smirked at the bloody mess.

"Don't get things twisted... I did not kill ... well I did not kill the Orcs. The Warg there decided that its master was no longer worthy of riding upon his back and took the opportunity to inform him so. His friends came to his defense, but as you can see it was a slaughter. In the end however I was able to get in the final blow and put the creature down. It was simply a matter of self defense. A killing for a killing sake. However … Where in the world did you come from?"

“I come from the wind,” Ravondis hummed illusively. “What business have you to point spear at me? Do I look of danger to you?” She flung reddened hair over her shoulder, her pale skin gleaming for she wore no garment in human form in the wilds, and though her years measured thousands, she looked always as a woman of youth. She spun, hair flying, laughing, the pitch of it ringing through the clefts. Ravondis carried no weapon, though she would morph to the form of great bat again at need, and her long claws were her sabers.

“If the warg thought it's master unworthy, it may be that it's master was simply not strong enough to mount it. It may be better for the cause that the warg has cut his life short. Undependable. So many treacheries, riding right beneath Sauron's eye...” she hummed, stepping even nearer and circling the orc, her bare feet padding softly over harsh rock, though not troubled by the cold nor jags.

“Pale of skin; I would guess you the kin of Azog, the Great Servant. Long did he do our Lord's bidding. But far you are from Moria. Tell me, what is it you are doing here in the Emyn Muil? And alone. This is my domain. Are you traversing the marshes for the Black Gate. I'm sure the Mouth and the Great Eye would wish to have what news you bring.”

Ravondis flashed her bright smile, her canine teeth sharp and pointed, and white. Her red eyes flicking over the orcish muscles. “You are a specimen. Yes… Azog-kin. Pale orc, you may wander my paths here on your mission.”

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 24, 2018 18:55:08 GMT -5

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Post by Gash on Mar 24, 2018 18:55:08 GMT -5

Danger, that was the only thing flashing though Gash mind at the moment. The women was ... bare, but still she felt dangerous. She was clearly not normal. The way she moved, the way she talked, and the general aura that rolled off her was that of a hungry Warg, one sizing up its next prey. From the way she spoke it was clear that this women was a member of Sauron's command. Her exact position was iffy, but the power she commanded by her presence alone gave Gash the impression that she was probably high up in the ranks. Taking that in mind and the fact that Gash was not a member of Sauron's army, this could go bad very quickly. At the same time however ...

"Azog ..., if I remember correctly he was a Orc captain who fought against the dwarves when they attempted to retake Moria. His arm was chopped off by the Dáin II Ironfoot. If you are referring to that specific Orc and asking if I am a descendant of him I can tell you that I have no idea. I did not really know my parents, they died in battle when I was very young, that being said ..." The maiden suddenly stopped and stabbed the counter balance of her spear into the dirt. I have no mission given to me by the mouth, nor have I seen the great eye up close. I am Gash, a mere traveler."

Gash watched the women carefully for a moment. She was not sure how she was going to take her words, nor was she sure if she would live though this encounter, however there was one thing she did know. She was not going to be sucked up into the armies of evil just on pure fear alone. The way this conversation was going she was going to be shepherded to the Great Eye and probably fall under whatever spell wrapped the other fools of her race. The thought of her becoming one of the rampaging monsters her mother use to tell stories of as a child was far more vile to her than being a corpse.

"Since these are your lands then I figure you would want a explanation of why I am here. I am what you would call a historian. I seek to know the past in order to transcend the faults of it. At the moment I was seeking artifacts from the second and third age. I was also recording the information passed down from old tribal leaders. If figured the old Orcs had useful tales from the past that might prove advantageous in understanding the past and the mistakes that were made."

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 26, 2018 9:24:35 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Mar 26, 2018 9:24:35 GMT -5

“Gash it is. But you are no mere traveler,” she grinned. “Azog, the blood letter, the commander farce fallen and then fallen again. Aaaah, but I see you travel with purpose. There is nothing mere of purpose.

“And you seek information and artifacts of the second and third age,” Ravondis laughed. “Now I seek information. There is only ONE artifact of the second age worth finding for our Lord. Have you word of it? You know of which I speak.”

Ravondis held up long, delicate fingers, first fanning them and then forming the shape of a circle in air. She grinned, a wide open mouthed smile, laughing again, and drew the circle over her eye to look through it, the pale orc caught in her view.

“One does not simply walk to and from Mordor with no mission, for we all have mission. The Mouth would glower at such indiscretion. You would so disappoint our Lord.” Her grin left her face, and her eyes were blazing. A wind began to rise up behind her blowing steadily harsher, and harsher yet. Her hair blew wildly around her face.

“Where there are artifacts to seek, there are missions to be had. Advantageous would it be for you to seek out the commanding Captains if you would be traveling through the Emyn Muil to the north. Their encampment is at the Nen Hithoel by the shores where the wind makes the waves to lap. Surely the old Orcs will have orders for you there.”

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 26, 2018 9:55:06 GMT -5

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Post by Gash on Mar 26, 2018 9:55:06 GMT -5

"Single mindedness is the mark of a fool", stated Gash boldly. The maiden paused for a moment to regain her nerve. It was not the women who made her pause. The maiden still made her hairs stand on end, but there was another thing choking her breath. The artifact that was spoken of. The ring of power, even in words it brought shutters to her heart. Deep inside of her she felt a desire for it. A desire to seek it out.

"I know what artifact you speak of and what you desire. The Ring of Power , I know not of its location. It is as lost to me as it is lost to everyone else in these black lands. However to disregard all other objects in favor of blind devotion to find one is a fools' choice. How do you think the dark lord failed in his endeavor? How do you think the Orcs of Mordor have not whipped out the fleeting race of men. By ignoring history, stratagem, tactics, and the general way of life of the people the armies of Mordor are doomed to fail. You all ignore history as if it does not play a part in your lives and as a result progression is stunted. You all are to busy making the mistakes of the past to see the path toward the future."

Probably not the best things to say, thought Gash. However she was passionate about history and the understanding of the past. Even if she was talking to a dark one she could not help herself. Why was everyone so ignorant. Why was her and her mother the only people who could see that history was simply repeating itself over and over. Why did they not place value in the lessons of the past. The Orcs, the humans, and even the so called perfect elves were all pawns to fates games.

"As for my purpose. My purpose is for my own choosing. I do not move to join the commanding captains because the commanding captains are stupid, ignorant, and down right disgusting. They know nothing of war and of true combat. There version of a battle is to send more and more men at a target till they take it. A waste of good life and I refuse to be a pawn in there games for power. Not only that, but as a female ... well to put it simply I am no orc's possession, nor do I have plans to become one. So as for you suggestion of me going to Emyn Muli, I will pass."

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 28, 2018 8:55:05 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Mar 28, 2018 8:55:05 GMT -5

“A fool is one who would speak of the Ring in vain,” Ravondis hissed, her voice darkening to something that became not quite human, bearing sound of wind in her breath. Her eyes flickered like flame.“All of us must seek it; you are no exception, whether you bow to will of Captain or not. The Great Eye is your Lord above all. You are possession, pale one. A pawn. It is why the orcs came into existance.”

Ravondis laughed, “I remember the creation of your meager forebears. In the pits of Utumno, crafted by Melkor. I spied as the elves were taken from woodlands. I told the Riders where to find them. The tree talking, pointy eared, willow waisted creations. Those that Eru Illuvatar thought were beauty, but neither were they for long, hah.”

Taking a step backward, Ravondis' skin begin to change, though she was not finished speaking yet. She could not turn fully. Her fingers turned to claw, and barbs cut through the flesh of her shoulders, though it brought no pain and she did not flinch.

“But where do the pale orc descend from? I wonder… you are an historian, searching for artifact of There was once an elf maid, singing in the forest, in the darkness before the first age. Her hair was white as the stars. Her skin, translucent as the mirror reflecting on the Cuiviénen. Eyes bluer than hot flame. She thought she was the finest creation. I knew what she thought. I lured her with voice into the darks of wood. The fools could never resist music. I took her in claw. I ripped her skin, and flew her to Angband. I threw her to pits, and watched her breath the poison fumes, never to see starlight again. I watched as her skin sagged, and her soul withered, and her white hair hung limp around her. She was tortured, mutilated, turned to breeder. The slave of Melkor. As once was, now always will be. Our Lord Sauron finishes Melkor's will. The pale orc are his slaves. You among them.”

Ravondis laughed, and her wings burst forth, her face contorted to that of woeful snout and beast, and her hair turned to mottled fur. Leather wings flapped and lifted her above the orc, circling.

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Creeping. Crawling. Flying. Falling. [Gash] {January 3010} Mar 28, 2018 10:53:12 GMT -5

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Post by Gash on Mar 28, 2018 10:53:12 GMT -5

So, her instincts were right. This was not a mere women. The chill that rand down her spine was a clear indication of the horror that was to come. This beast, a creature from the darkest pits of the world, was bound to the will of Sauron. The fact that Gash was not was a affront. It was clear to her that battle was soon to be at hand. The maiden kicked the counterbalance of her spear and twirled it into a ready position. As she prepared for battle, her enemy spoke. Her words were clear, despite her horrific transformation. Gash, one who is obsessed with history, could not help but listen. She had a opportunity to attack her opponent while she was transforming, but she let it pass by simply to hear the tale. It was a mistake, one she would pay for, but she had some new infromation. The origins of the Orcs, the origins of her own kin. It was a delightful discovery, and once she got out of here alive she would write it down and store it in several places to preserve it.

"My thanks", spoke the pale Orc as the maiden took to the sky. Her eyes followed the assertion of the bat as her stomach turned into knots. A moment before she was sure she would survive, but now, seeing the intimidating creature, she was not so sure. Though she did not let the were-bat know that. Fear was a powerful tool. She was not going to give her opponent any advantage over her. She needed to stay focus and to figure out how to counter whatever it was that the were-bat was going to throw at her.

Gash knew she was going to have to fight, but to be honest she did not know how. All of her training had been against opponents with there feet on the ground. She had no idea how to fight against birds, or in this case a gigantic bat. The fact that she used a spear as a weapon gave her a bit of a advantage. If she had used a sword the creature could swoop down on her with relative ease and pick her up off the ground. With a spear however she would have to be wary of being impaled upon her weapon.

"How in the hell do you fight a bat', spoke Gash as her brain began to run though ideas. Bows, bolts, and slings, these were the items used to catch birds, but Gash had neither, and to be honest if she did she was sure they would not be very useful against a opponent of that size. Maybe fire, she thought to herself. Fire was ... Gash suddenly stopped. She thought back onto what the maiden had said. Magic, Hagavarsh! Could the creature, no it did have magic. Why did it tell me the tale of the pale elf, is it ..."

Gash immediately droped her carrying sack on the ground and reached her left hand into the bag. Her eyes stayed on the heavens and her right hand on her spear. With nothing but her hand she reached inside of her bag and grabbed the rest of the candle she had used when reading. "Oh god I hope this works", she spoke as she ripped a piece of it off and stuffed it into her left ear. The world suddenly went death on her left hand side, but the maiden did not care. She was not going to be brainwashed by a song. The maiden ripped off another piece and moved her hand to place it into her right ear.